I’m living in a paper house, I don’t know if you can see me,
But I’m the one behind the ink because only words can free me.
I never leave my paper house because I’m terrified of the rain,
I’m scared if I let my eyes get wet then they’ll never be dry again.
I can hear the cries throughout my head because my walls are paper thin,
And I’m lying cold in my paper bed because I just want to be let in.
Please come through my paper door, put dirty shoes on my paper rug.
Because I may live in a paper house, but I really need a hug.